Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a little boy who was known to his antagonists as Tiny Shiny One (also: Chibi-Chibi [for his height{no relation to Chibi-Chibi of Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon}], Iced Tea Boy [For a regrettable fiasco involving a pitcher of iced tea and a group of rather bored young ladies], and lastly as Golden Boy [he was a little too optimistic].) But this story doesn't rely on his call names, we'll call him Chibi-Chibi (it's fun to say). One fine school day, Chibi-Chibi headed for his gym class, unsuspecting of what would befall him within. You see, his class was learning aerobics (yes folks, it going to be one of those stories), and part of aerobics, is doing stretches. Now these are your regular sit-down-and-spread-them manuvers easy enough for most people -and pants-to handle, but not Chibi-Chibi. Yes, you guessed it, not only did he do the splits, but his pants did too. Being to good child that he was, he raised his hand and told one of those non-committal "I've got a teensy problem" stories. But the gym teacher had heard that one before, and deciding she was the wiser of the two called him up front to show her. Rather embarrassed, Chibi-Chibi creapt up to the front of the room, losing what little height he had, and shrinking into a sort of toadstool style of posture. Let's just say she saw more than she had bargained for. Poor Chibi-Chibi had unwittingly mooned the entire class (and believe me, he is not one of those people you want to be mooned by). And to top it off, had turned a shade of red rivaled only by the freshest of strawberries. Thusly ends my sad tale of the Undie Fairy of the Gym Class.
This is a true story as related to me by one of my friends Mandy. The real name of the subject of this story has not been mentioned as to protect the easily scarred and angered, the call names are real (I actually call this poor guy by these names!) I hope you got some shred of joy out of this. ~The Managers
